Ice-T: Ice T

Im rollin up in a big grey bus Im shackled down, myself thats who I trust The minute I arrived some sucker got hit Shanked 10 times behind some bullshit Word on the pen the fool was a snitch So without hesitatin I made a weapon quick Found a sharp piece of metal taped it to a stick Then the bullhorn sounds; that means its time to chow My first prison meal the whole feelin was foul It wasnt quite my style but my stomach growled So I washed the shit down and hit the weight pile The brothers was swole, their attitude was cold I felt the tension on the yard from the young and the old But Im a warrior, I got my ground to hold So I studied the inmates to see who had the power The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower. Voice-over of prison inmate describing the daddy inmates In the blink of an eye a riot broke out Blacks put their backs to the wall cos it was North an South Somebody shouts and everybody had doubts Then the bullets started flippin, took two men out Then they rushed everybody back to their cells Damn! the pen is different from the county jail Im in a one man cell, I know my lifes on the scale I wonder if that gunman is goin to hell This is my second day, Im on a ten year stay I learnt my first lesson; in the pen you dont play I saw a brother kill another cos they said he was gay But thats the way it is, been that way for years When his body hit the ground I heard a couple of cheers It kinda hurt me inside that they were glad he died And I asked myself just who had the power The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower. More prison inmate voice-overs You see the whites got a thing they call white pride Blacks got the muscle, Mexicans got the knives You gotta be wise ya wanna stay alive Go toe to toe with a sucker no matter what size. A fool tried to sweat me acting like he was hard I stuck him twice in the neck and left him dead in the yard It was smooth how I did it cos nobody could see With my jacket on my arm and my knife on the side of me Bam-Bam! it was over, another fool bites the dust I went crazy in the pen with nobody to trust Im benchin 10 quarters so Im hard to sweat Use my tat gun to engrave my set. They call me a lifer cos Im good as dead I live in the hole so the floor is my bed And I ask myself again who has the power The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower. Final prison inmate voice-over concludes; There was tension all over, I could definitely feel that. Then they rounded us up, took us over to another yard Where there was more drama; the warning shot was a hit...